Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.